I usually have to be in a very specific mood to watch Ghost World, but something about it is striking a chord with me right now, and this time it’s not just SJs sullen voice. The humour is drier than Rushmore, which says something about the skills of Terry Zwigoff’s as a director. The risk of unsaturated humour is that it very easily goes unrecognized, especially without a laugh track. The last time I watched Ghost World was before I ever saw Mr. Show, so it’s only now that I can really appreciate David Cross’s cameo performance.

Seymour is my god, cause it’s obviously him and he doesn’t care.